Edna May Hermann
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Impulsively I had a yen to get off that train
and walk slowly there beside the track!
(I would have done it, too, but for the problems
of GETTING OFF a moving train, and GETTING BACK!)
Then suddenly the years dimmed out, and I was a child again,
skipping here and there, spending happy hours,
Walking with my sisters along that railroad track,
searching hard for treasures, picking bouquets of flowers.
The bright deep pink phlox, and fiery Indian paint brushes
let pink and vermilion clash in my quaint bouquet.
I picked a tall Mayapple, like a ...